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Correct Hater What You Lookin' At Lyrics
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Freekey Zekey
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Correct Hater What You Lookin' At
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Diptrack bitch You know the fuck I hate B, you know? When I be riding clean with no tints and I pull up You dig, and I look and I be like Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stacks Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stack Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? Freaky, freaked on the stroll, caked on the block Shit, a wrist chain big man lotta props Back out the imp, put it to his nodachey (Hater, what you looking at, what you looking at?) Pistol whip him said, "Hater, now look at that" You ain't no freak, big boss half lunatic Girl magnet, pop shit with his hooligans Head cracked, trips, Autobenz, Giovanni rims Click big whip, new metro card, hop a train Whip thru' the metro honk shorty hoppin' it Gonna run a train, yea, me and tito poppin' Dipset popping, tell when we hoppin' Whole club stopping, all girls jocking Watch how we pop that bud, get it rocking Freak style lambo, you dirty dodgin' Prada be in love, gifts car seats and carpet Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stacks Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stack Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? I'm looking sharper than a razor Smoking on some haze, riding low pro Chopping on them blades Two tones digi dash, panoramic tops Coming down the block, bet you all the bitches jock Yeah, I ride so dirty but I shine so mean Candy on the chevi, that bitch so clean Swinging does, banging hoes, doing my thing 80 on my neck that bitch ching-a-ling Yeah, I see you in the streets, looking like fools Cloudy ass diamonds, thunder storm jewels Fuck nigga, don't trip, my fours make you holler Candy paint gators, matching the Impala Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stacks Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stack Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? I'm a first class hitter, you in coach smelling arm pits Stone cold sinner, got the heat when I'm flossin' Hold up your horses, your boy and his horsemen His move and be cautious Don't wanna see none of ya'll stiff in the coffin North gate, flossing, the way I left them all You think they got extorted Dipset president, 7 figure office, checks on the Respect how we morph from The streets to the desk, and we all came off so Go and get some paper stacks Get some paper stacks Don't wanna be the nigga that sped off And let the dirt hit [Incomprehensible] Freaky Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stacks Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Hater, what you looking at? What you looking at? Go and get some paper stacks Get some paper stacks Hater, what you looking at? What you lookin' at?
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